curbdrop out of grace

i'm spoiling. the moral or this story is, don't settle for pineapple when you're in the mood for starfruit.

so this morning i decided to look for this check that i had for $2500. i thought it was in a plastic bag on the floor. so i looked through the 7 bags i had on my floor (after i moved all my clothes of said bags) and searched.

and it wasn't anywhere to be found.

so then i was starting to get mildy mad. first at myself, and later, at chris webber.

what a cock. he ruined so many things he's touched.

and that chris webber too, man he ruined things too.

did that just make you think and reread what i wrote? did this last sentence?

am i confusing anyone?

anyway, i couldn't find the damn check. eventually, i went back to my parents to pick up some fucking mail while my parents are in indo-china on vaca. i ate some food too. when i finally got to get going, i decided to look at this envelope that was sitting in MY table spot (i don't know why i didn't look previously... oh wait, because i'm so lazy hard). and there, there was my fucking check.

and when i found it, i got madder. do you know why? because the check was only for $1900.

Dang.

by the way, i went to meijer to shop for groceries for the first time in about 37 weeks. it's always refreshing to go to a mass superstore and watch the fucking dolts that work and shop there. also there's so many ugly people. it makes me feel like jump kicking a holmes space heater and yell "I'M FUCKING COOLER THAN YOU!"

posted by fillshe @ 2:25 PM